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How many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

OMG okay! this is so exciting already ♡

﹙♡﹚you can request headcanons for the main five if you want! (or just one, or two, or... whoever it is you want)

﹙♡﹚as for the same prompt for different characters, i could definitely AND happily try to!

﹙♡﹚uhhh, okay! the poly ships x reader part is a bit tricky. i have little to no experience with poly ships, and i'm assuming those include like... snowcrow, snowapple, fishcrow, etc, right? i haven't explored those, nor do i feel comfy enough with my skills yet, so i'll see if that's possible later on.

﹙♡﹚different AUs??? PLEASE DO. omg yes, i love alternative universes, i love writing them in different settings (especially if they're going to be happy)

﹙♡﹚as for anons requesting smut... hm, i mean, sure! mostly because, atm, i'm not accepting explicit nsfw requests. i assume minors are NOT interacting, and i'm trying to keep my content very light (or at least, a bit suggestive... though the possibility of me writing a bit spicy is high, hehe)

﹙♡﹚check the nsfw rules and more clarifications here!

﹙♡﹚and yeah, you can totally check in with me! it'll also help me keep track of requests! ♡

and that's it! thank you so much for the questions! feel free to leave more, i think my rules were a bit vague lol ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ suggestive fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni, mention of naked bodies! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚the things i'd do for this man. he could cover me in paint and force me to roll around a canvas for all i care lmao ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

rafayel had tons of empty canvases lying around his studio.

he paced, brows slightly furrowed, one hand on his chin and the other resting on his hip.

he'd been like this for three hours now; pacing restlessly, not even texting you, despite being the first to complain when you take more than five minutes to reply.

when you enter his studio, you tilt your head.

oh. it's one of those moments.

he looks up, and when he sees you, he stops. you're wearing one of his white, loose shirts and nothing more.

he approaches.

he's quiet, eerily so, considering it's your expressive boyfriend.

and then, without a word, he takes the shirt off your body. it isn't aggressive. it isn't harsh. you frown, about to ask what's wrong with him, but he turns away, walking over to the abandoned brushes and paint palette on the floor. he starts mixing paints, not once letting you move.

you open your mouth to speak again, confused and very much naked, when he finally steps back in front of you.

“now this is worth painting on.”

he whispers, more to himself than to you.

“huh? raf—”

but your breath catches when the cool, paint-coated brush touches your skin. it feels cold. foreign. new.

but he suddenly relaxes. his gaze sharpens with focus as he dabs the brush against your skin; not with desire, but with devotion. like he's found his missing inspiration.

an hour later, you're lying on your stomach, spread over a blanket he laid out on the studio floor. he sits beside you, still painting. he traces the curve of your spine, the angles of your shoulder blades, your soft and exposed nape. 

shapes. refractions of light. pearls. marine trinkets. fragments of memory.

everything he can think of, he paints.

his brush glides lower. first, your lower back… then the backs of your thighs, your calves, your ankles.

and while he paints, he talks.

he describes what he's doing. he speaks of the sea, of the waves, of the textures of seashells worn smooth by centuries.

he talks of feelings. longing. love. passion.

he tells you stories of an ancient civilization, or at least, what he remembers. and the way he speaks makes it feel real. like he lived those memories. like he held those seashells in his palm. like he swam beneath the same full moon that now lingers in the stories falling from his lips.

when he finishes painting, he still isn't done with you yet.

painting on you wasn't enough. he knows the paint will wash off. and he knows a canvas like your body won't always be there when inspiration strikes.

so he sketches you.

he picks up his favorite pencil, —the one he reserved just for you— and begins to draw. your body. the artwork on your skin. the way you're laying there, relaxed and trusting. your expression is soft, glowing, full of quiet contentment.

because you love this part of him. this passionate version of rafayel, lost in his art, his thoughts, his feelings.

and as long as you're his muse, you'll let him immortalize his visions on your skin again and again. until the ocean itself envies the way he looks at you.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, fluff, fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he reminds me of how stars suddenly combust (? i just love the soft-xavier side, but i'm 100% sure that poor man keeps lots of things for himself —canonically too!—

warm rays of sun peek through the curtains. usually, you're the one who gets up first. however, you went out with your friends last night, and you came back home quite late.

you're peacefully sleeping, soft snores escaping your parted lips, and your expression remains serene. you certainly don't expect someone to be staring at you.

but there is.

xavier lays on his stomach, his chin nestled in the palm of his hands as he stares. he admires. he adores.

he's been like this for two hours now, way too engrossed in you to notice the time passing, still ignoring his own sleepiness after waiting up for you all night.

he reaches out gently, caressing your hair and tangling it in his fingers. his eyes roam around your features; your relaxed eyebrows, your nose, your cheeks… and then your lips. those soft, kissable lips of yours.

he sighs, leaning in ever so slightly. he just inhales your scent; he doesn't dare kiss you. not yet. not until you can kiss him back consciously.

he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your cheek, then your jawline, and then the crook of your neck. it is slow, patient. like a silent worship.

his sleepy blue eyes haze over with warmth, his hands slightly shaky, his cheeks rosy. your mere presence floods him with so much love it aches.

he never quite knows what to do with it.

when you stir, he doesn't panic. in fact, he waits.

he waits until your eyes flutter open.

until you rub them gently.

until you no longer feel disoriented by the deep slumber.

until your gaze falls on him, and that sweet smile of yours appears.

“morning.”

that's all it takes for him to lean forward and kiss you, unable to contain himself anymore.

when he parts, he's panting softly. overwhelmed by love, maybe. his soft voice and those doe-like azure eyes make their stellar appearance as he whispers that he missed you.

missed you? but you were just asleep—

almost as if he could read your mind, he pulls you on top of him and doesn't let go. he kisses the top of your head, muffled kisses are delivered left and right, until he finally calms down.

he rubs his cheek against your hair, and his breathing soon subdues. he fell asleep. just like that.

it went away as fast as it came. as if he released all of the pent-up energy he stored deep inside.

you sigh, both stunned by his “soft” love-outburst, but happy to experience what he truly feels about you.

you caress his hair gently.

maybe you'll stay in bed a bit more, just in case he expresses his love in sleepy, dreamy whispers too.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚everytime i try to write pure fluff about this man, it always starts going south !! (hehehe) anyway, he's so cute, he'd totally color coordinate your outfits, even your pajamas omgggg

it was funny at first.

you mentioned a bracelet you thought was cute, and the next day, you found five variations of said bracelet on your nightstand. all in different colors.

then, you were browsing through an online shop and added a coat to your wishlist.

that same night, you found two boxes on your bed, each with the same coat, but in two different sizes. he knows you like wearing fitting clothes, but there are days when you love to be swallowed by soft fabric.

however... this last time felt a bit excessive.

you were looking for snow boots, since you were going to the north together. you briefly mentioned your current boots were old, and sylus didn't hesitate to buy not one, not two, but four pairs: black, brown, deep burgundy, and beige.

“sylus, this isn't—”

he just kisses your temple.

“are they not to your liking, kitten?”

you sigh, staring at the mountain of shoe boxes on top of your bed.

“sylus, this is excessive. it's overconsu—”

he kisses you again, and this time, on the lips.

“there's no such thing as excess when it comes to you, love.”

you look up at him with a soft frown, but you know better than to protest. soon enough, you both start getting ready for bed. he's already at your side, helping you undress.

before you can walk to the closet, he clicks his tongue, one brow arching in that slow, deliberate way.

“easy there, kitten. it's playtime.”

that sends a shiver down your spine. his voice… low, calm, velvety. is he going to…?

but no. he turns around and starts picking out pajamas. he holds pieces up, inspects the fabric, carefully looking through every set you own —and that he's bought for you.

ah. playtime, as in dressing-you-up-like-a-mannequin playtime.

you giggle but stay still, obedient, as he slips the soft nightwear onto your body. then, he changes his mind, slides it off, trying another set.

that's when he notices you actually do have the same pieces in multiple colors and sizes. he doesn't care, of course. he'd buy anything for you, if you so much as glanced at it.

instead of getting impatient, he seems... amused. there's a slight grin on his lips as he watches how cooperative you're being: quiet, waiting.

he'll reward you for it later.

finally, he picks up a black button-up shirt. it's his. sleek, tailored, and far too elegant to waste on sleep —but he'd rather see you in it than at any gala or important occasion.

after all, nothing is more important to him than you.

he puts it on you slowly, long fingers expertly working the buttons, one by one. he hums in satisfaction before placing a slow, lingering kiss on your lower lip.

his eyes are darker now. intense. there's something intimate —almost reverent—, in how he handles you. especially when he's dressing you in his clothes.

“you know, sweetie? you might be right.”

he whispers while cupping your left cheek. you nuzzle against his palm.

“you think so, sy?”

he chuckles lowly, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

“mhm. i'll stop buying you clothes,” he says, before scooping you up in one swift motion. your thighs wrap around his waist instinctively. “i'll keep you in my clothes instead.”

and with that, he carries you off. it soon becomes a display of soft touches, easy strength on his end, and a possessive yet adoring glint in his eyes.

honestly? either end of the spectrum doesn't sound so bad anymore.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ domestic fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚SHUT UP! i love this man so MUCH, i'm currently kicking and rolling around in bed istg zaynie i love u !!!

you invited him over for dinner, under the false claim of already having the veggies chopped and the chicken marinated.

of course, you were waiting for him to help you once he arrived. after all, his clinical precision was way beyond your skills as a cook, and you absolutely loved it when he focused on a mundane activity, such as cutting up onions and tearing up just a bit.

he arrives with drinks and dessert for both of you; an awful carrot cake he couldn't even look at, but you absolutely adored, and some sweet, hazelnut pie with chocolate frosting for him.

you greet him with a mischievous smile, both your hands hidden behind your back as you sway softly.

playing innocent.

but he sighs. he takes off his shoes and his long coat, leaving the bags on the coffee table before approaching you. it doesn't smell like marinated chicken, and he doesn't see any veggies prepped, as you promised.

you grin, soon hugging him by the waist and burying your face on his chest. you inhale his scent quietly, almost as if you were wanting to keep it a secret, despite him knowing exactly what you're doing by now.

how does the jasmine scent lingers, even after he's worked overtime? he always looks so composed, so… neat.

soon, he clears his throat, bringing you back to reality. right, he is going to scold you.

he asks about the food, and you avert your gaze.

“you are a better cook…” you whisper, finally looking back at him.

he sighs, yet again. he pats your head before rolling his sleeves up, walking towards the kitchen. you squeal in delight, following him like a duckling.

he starts preparing what you were supposed to, and soon enough, the kitchen is blessed by the richest aroma.

you help, of course. at one point, you start chopping up some carrots for yourself, because —obviously— he refused to do that.

and thank god you did.

you soon feel his arms around you. cold, slender fingers slipping under your shirt just to linger by your waist. he looks down at your hand, resting his chin on your head.

“posture.”

he whispers, and you automatically straighten your back against his chest. he hums in approval, before taking the knife you're holding.

“allow me.”

he cuts perfectly, quickly, not even needing to hold the other end of the carrot to keep it from slipping on the cutting board.

your breath hitches, your face heats up. the sweet jasmine scent once again surrounds you, and you close your eyes briefly, before he hands you the knife again.

“next dinner is on you.”

he finally walks away to set up the table, and after some minutes, the chicken and salad are ready to go.

you might start doing this more often, if it means having zayne closer to you for a little more time, no matter how selfish it may sound.

and the subtle smirk on his lips as he sits down lets you know that he doesn't dislike your shenanigans at all.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ knight!caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a biiiit of angst! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw (alcohol briefly mentioned)! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚this one has been in progress for a while !!! mind you, i have quite a lot of drafts, so i'll be posting as i correct them. but omg !! i just love this trope, lebbie is perfect for it. a man who yearns? yes, please ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

he'd watch you for hours.

ever since you two were the same age, he'd watch from afar. when you were by the dining hall, learning which utensils to use first.

when you were gracefully learning to walk with a pile of books balanced on your head.

when the servants took your measurements, only for your skin to later carry the most luxurious fabrics.

he'd admire how breathtaking and regal you were. of course, as royalty, you had to be. it's not like you had much choice. but he's convinced that even if you weren't royalty, you'd still carry that same elegance and charm, the kind that draws everyone in.

he now stands by the floor-to-ceiling doors leading to the main salon, where you dance and quietly mingle, despite not having any fun. he remains upright, his posture firm, his gaze unwavering —always focused on your safety.

he's a loyal knight, after all.

but he sees it; the weariness in your expression, the way your smile never quite reaches your eyes.

he notices.

so when you finally slip away to the gardens, he must follow too. it is his duty. or at least, that's the excuse.

you notice. it's hard not to, when a bright pair of violet eyes are fixed on you with quiet intensity. and truth be told, it doesn't bother you.

maybe it's the wine.

you fan your warm face and glance at him, deliberately, your gaze soft and teasing. he stands straight, poised, unshakable, or so he tries to seem. your lips curl into a grin as you curtsey. he blushes. he quickly bows his head, eyes closed, before his gaze remains glued to the floor.

you cover your mouth to hide the giggle threatening to escape. a rather... interesting reaction from one of the strongest knights, you must admit.

the music still plays behind you: an upbeat mix of violins and a fast piano melody that keeps the nobles dancing. but you simply breathe in, savoring the sweet aroma of peonies and the nearby apple trees heavy with fresh produce.

he looks up when he hears your sigh, concern instantly flashing in his eyes. what could be troubling you? what could he possibly do to help? his hands twitch slightly at the thought, before he forces himself to remain composed.

he is a man who yearns, after all.

he wants nothing more than to fulfill his duty to protect you. or, well, the royal family. that's what he tells himself.

so when you extend your gloved hand toward him, eyes gleaming with mischief —though never with ill intent— and a soft grin playing on your lips...

he's stunned.

you're inviting him to dance. clearly, you'd rather do anything else than speak with another noble, so why not be a little bold?

he doesn't answer right away —not because he doesn't want to—, because for a moment, he truly believes he must be dreaming. but five minutes later, you're both tucked behind a tall wall of vines. you giggle quietly as he holds your waist with one hand and your delicate fingers with the other. he's elated. he feels like he's floating. therefore, he makes you float too, spinning you gently with ease.

it feels forbidden, but innocent enough. he's taking this dance seriously, though.

and as you try to muffle your laughter, he looks down at you with all the intensity he keeps locked behind armor. the tips of his ears are red.

he wishes he could draw emotions, that he could sketch the way your hand feels against his, the way your laugh echoes in his chest, the way your playful, mischievous eyes could convince him to burn down a kingdom. because then, he would be able to carry a book full of messy sketches of you and what you do to him.

after all... he is, in fact, just a man who yearns.

after the brief dance, duty calls. you must return to the salon. you curtsey once more, and disappear. he remains frozen. stunned. and now, more determined than ever. determined to protect you. to keep you safe. to preserve the playfulness you so freely gave him tonight, so it might happen again.

because he'll keep watching you for hours, and hours, and hours...

until one day, you start watching him back with the same longing.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ here you have all of my posts ! ⋆˚꩜*.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb ! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚꒰ home ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚꒰ yearning ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel ! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚꒰ whispers ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚꒰ muse ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ nsfw ᵎᵎ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus ! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚꒰ sleep ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ nsfw ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚꒰ playtime ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ nsfw ᵎᵎ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier ! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚꒰ azure ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚꒰ outburst ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne ! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚꒰ warmth ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚꒰ dinner ꒱ ⋆˚꩜*. gn!reader ♡ sfw ᵎᵎ

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff fluff fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚pls my little merman !! he deserves so much love and praise and to have the love of his life with him omg

it only took him six tantrums, one whole day of pouty faces, and four hours of spamming your chat nonstop with sad stickers for you to finally give in and ask your boss if you could take the weekend off.

and now, here you are, sitting between his sprawled legs as you both gaze at the gorgeous sunset. hues of orange and warm yellow swirl between the fading clouds, and the sea rocks gently, probably sensing the tender, silent moment between the two of you.

your back is pressed against his chest, his chin rests on your shoulder, and a pair of gentle arms hug your waist tight, almost as if the waves might take you away from him.

tiny pieces of sea glass glimmer in your hair, along with little seashells he playfully placed there while you laid on the sand. he kisses your jawline, just to remind you he’s still there.

but deep down, it's a reminder for him that you are still there. and that won’t change any time soon.

when the sun fully sets and you return to the small beach house he rented, you both lose yourselves in each other's embrace. the faint scent of sunblock, the salty skin, and his rosy cheeks from being under the sun only add to the tenderness of it all.

soft kisses. playful giggles. pouty lips —on his end—, and the waves crashing gently against the rocks remind you how right this decision was.

when it's time to sleep, he holds you closer than ever. deep in slumber, you could've sworn you heard his voice echoing like waves against the shore: slow, calming, free. and he pours all of his heart into those sleepy whispers, just to lull you into rest, fully surrounded by him.

the next morning, you ask about the whispers. he only smiles and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

he kisses you and whispers a soft “i love you” against your lips. and that's all you need to know for now.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i love myself a big crow man !! sleeping next to him would heal me.

sleeping in sylus’ bed is heaven. having his scent surrounding you, feeling the lingering warmth of his figure as he stands up briefly, just to pick up the blankets you managed to kick off in your sleep. overall, you know there's nothing better.

or well, so you thought, until he came over to your place.

for starters, your bed wasn't as big as his. not even close. your pillows weren't as soft or fluffy, and his scent wasn't around (yet). sylus didn't mind. he could sleep on the floor as long as you were with him —even if he could buy all the mattresses in the world.

of course, he saw opportunities, not flaws.

a small bed? divine. you'll have to scoot a bit closer, kitten.

no fluffy pillows? his chest.

no warm blankets? he has two arms to offer willingly.

the bedroom was dark now. after the waves of pleasure subdued, and your ragged breath slowed once again, you found a pair of crimson eyes gazing at you, filled with a softness you never thought possible. you were delighted by the sweetest praises, the softest touches, his breath mingling with yours as his deep voice told you, over and over, how much he loves you, how good you were for him.

being so close makes you crave being even closer once again. and he knows it. he also knows exactly why he chose to sleep here instead of his place.

after kissing your forehead and tracing your skin with the tips of his long fingers, he covers you with a blanket. just then, he starts to hum a quiet, old lullaby of sorts in that low, deep, velvety voice of his. it's just a song, though you can't decipher the lyrics as you grow drowsier. his strong arms surround you, pulling you closer to his bare chest. his chin rests on your head, and you nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck.

it feels like being coated in dark, silky chocolate. you feel warm, you feel protected, you feel loved.

there was nothing better than sleeping in sylus’ bed.

or so you thought before.

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚domestic and childhood best friend tropes are so cute omg. i sometimes think of lebbie as a lost pup that finally came back i'm sobbing

washing the dishes. folding the laundry. taking the trash out. every single mundane, domestic thing he does with you, he absolutely loves.

is it the simplicity of it? is it the familiarity it brings? maybe it's because you look so focused, and he loves the way your brows furrow ever so slightly.

or maybe it's because doing domestic things with you reminds him of home.

and you're his home; always have been.

you don't notice when he leans against the doorframe, looking at you with a starstruck gaze. you're barely presentable —wearing your comfy, worn-out clothes, since today was a deep-cleaning day. but he doesn't mind. seeing you in the same t-shirt you've had since you were a teen brings back so many memories; from when you spilled sauce on it while eating hot dogs after his graduation ceremony, to when you tried to upgrade it by bedazzling it (which obviously didn’t work out).

all those wrinkles and stains remind him of how long you two have been in each other's lives. even just standing next to you while you furiously scrub a pot that just won’t cooperate feels familiar. it feels right.

it feels like home.

when you suddenly huff and turn around, silently handing him the poor, worn-out sponge you've been using, he finally walks up to you.

before you can even whine about your arm being sore, he's already leaning down. he kisses your cheek first. then your neck. then your shoulder. his deep, purple eyes are focused on you, and he oh-so-lovingly massages your "damaged" arm.

of course, he’s now in charge of the dumb pot that made you fight and sweat. he obviously struggles, too. but he has to be strong for you, as this is a crucial matter after all. dirty pots? not in your shared home. it isn’t until you lean against his shoulder as he scrubs that he sighs in contentment. and he knows.

this is where he’s supposed to be. this is his forever home.

or rather...

you are his forever home.

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What are your rules for requests?

hi! ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ.

i just posted them here! feel free to check them ♡

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ REQUESTS: OPEN ⋆˚꩜｡ ᵎᵎ

hi, hi! upon wanting to experiment a bit with requests, i had to set up some rules first ᵎᵎ

﹙♡﹚i'll only write about lads. feel free to request anything from the main five!

﹙♡﹚i'll take sfw and very soft, vanilla nsfw requests too (more details below)

﹙♡﹚i'm not comfortable writing explicit and descriptive nsfw yet, but i can include some slightly or implied suggestive details if requested! pls don't ask me to write explicit stuff, i get nervous

﹙♡﹚i also like and can write soft-yandere headcanons, and like... the main five being cat/dog/bunny hybrids. don't judge me!!

﹙♡﹚i'm comfortable with hurt/comfort and angst, though i like writing cute, loving things more, lmao. but feel free to ask! i like to suffer too from time to time. ‎♡‧₊˚

﹙♡﹚i can try to write the same prompts i've done already with the other boys.

﹙♡﹚i'm also very comfy with AUs!

﹙♡﹚i won't write long fics! i am comfy with how i've been working until now. feel free to check my work so you get an idea!

﹙♡﹚i can also totally write headcanons of all five of them! (or the LIs you pick)

﹙♡﹚i try my best to keep it gender-neutral bc i don't really mention much details about the reader, but if you have a fem!reader/afab!reader/others in mind, pls specify it so i can include it! ‎♡‧₊˚

﹙♡﹚i have all the themes i'm not comfy with listed here! (dni section) but basically, no 1nc3st, no g0re, no abus3, no extreme v10lence, and no icky stuff, pls.

﹙♡﹚i also will turn down any suggestions i'm not comfy with, but please, pleaaase, feel free to ask! i don't bite (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

﹙♡﹚i'll also try to finish as soon as possible, but please be patient! ‎♡‧₊˚

and that's it! ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ.

let's keep it cute, let's keep it respectful, and i'll be more than happy to write for you! ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

[vxnillabxn]

Do you take requests? Thanks!

omg, hii! ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

honestly, i'm a bit insecure about not meeting expectations, but i'll always try my best as long as i'm comfortable with the request! so yeah, i'll give it a try! ‎♡‧₊˚

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff aaaaall the way ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i just love his bunny eyes so much omg, he's so pretty it hurts

just imagine a lazy sunday morning, —truly, nothing out of the usual between xavier and you—. soft breathing, the blankets reaching the floor, your legs tangled together and the faint noise of a funny video you're both watching on his phone. you laugh. he just smiles, soon averting his gaze from the screen to look at you: all messy, with your disheveled hair and his shirt comfortably enveloping you in his fresh detergent scent.

you point at the bunny throwing a tantrum on the video, chuckling as the soft, white and fluffy creature stomps its paw. xavier isn't looking though, way too engrossed in your lips curling up and your crinkled eyes. you smell like him, you enjoy what he loves doing the most (sleeping), and you have the brightest smile ever. he soon hums quietly, trying to get your attention.

you, however, are too busy giggling. and that's not good. he needs your attention. he needs your eyes on his, at least briefly. when you insist on watching the video, that's where he has to step in. he swiftly pulls his phone away, making you frown. before you can even protest, there they are. his big, bright azure eyes meeting yours. his lips are pouty, and he stomps his feet against the mattress. it isn't harsh; you only hear soft thumps, but those are enough for you to melt. he tilts his chin downward, and his eyes appear bigger... needier.

such a spoiled, breathtaking bunny of a boyfriend.

you sigh and give in. how could you not? you cup his cheeks lovingly, finally rubbing your nose against his scrunched one in what you two call a "bunny kiss". he pulls you closer, humming in satisfaction with that soft, calming tone of his. soon enough, he's kissing you from your forehead to your chin, returning to your lips to give you tiny yet slow pecks.

he travels to your eyelids, brushing them with his thumb before kissing them too. he adores your eyes. he adores when you look at him. why? you always ask, yet he vaguely answers. he just says they're cute.

if only you knew he loves it when you look at him. if only you knew he could see the whole galaxy reflected in your gaze. if only you knew he would rather stargaze by looking at the stars shining in your eyes than looking at the sky itself. if only you knew how much he also loves looking at you with his azure eyes, because then, just then, he can finally and confidently say he's seeing his future.

and his future is you.

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚ why must zaynie suffer so much, let the man REST !!

4 a.m. the street outside is quiet, except for those poor souls who work early in such a wintery season and drive past his house. or rather, your shared house. the dimly lit room feels warm, despite the snowy atmosphere outside and the strong, cold arms wrapped around your waist. he looks so peaceful; his cheek slightly squished against your chest and soft sighs escaping his parted lips. his eyelashes flutter slightly from the lack of sleep these past days, and the fact that he is in deep slumber at all feels like a miracle.

you know your husband well enough to recognize when his workaholic habits become an excuse to avoid sleep. he has nightmares; he's never confessed, but he doesn't need to. you hear his mumbling, his whimpers, his silent prayers for you to stay. you feel his cold fingers reaching for anything nearby, and when they find your warm skin, he never lets go.

but now, he's peaceful. you convinced him to sleep on your chest tonight. you didn't mind at all. in fact, you wanted him to. you wanted him to hear your heartbeat, to sleep like never before, knowing you're still there. knowing you're real. knowing he deserves the warmth he's been deprived of for years —and even in his past lives.

as he shifts, you softly coo. it is a faint, gentle sound that lulls him back into deep slumber. it comes with a bonus, though: you lovingly pepper his face with the softest and warmest kisses, savoring the sigh of contentment that escapes him, and the way his dark brows finally relax after weeks and weeks of neverending stress.

he deserves this warmth —not only when it is cold. no. he deserves warmth even in the hottest of summers. he deserves warmth in the warmest season of the year. he deserves warmth when he's relaxed and at peace, but he also deserves warmth when he doesn't feel worthy of it. because even in the coldest, harshest winters within himself, he still manages to be your warm, cozy safehouse.

and you'd spend the rest of this and all your lives being his safehouse too. forever.

[vxnillabxn]

Ꮚ ܸ ◞ . ◟𓂂꒱ ♡𓈒 — vanilla or vannie ₊˚ ୨୧

꒰ㅤ🌷ㅤ꒱ㅤ masterlist · rules ᵎᵎ 🦢⋆.˚ ੭

﹙♡﹚hi! i'm fairly new to the lads fandom, but this blog will be dedicated to them!

﹙♡﹚ preferred pronouns are she/her, i'm a gemini and enfp!

﹙♡﹚i'm a zaynie and raff girlie, but i absolutely love them all. (no hate towards the MC or LIs tolerated, please!)

﹙♡﹚english is not my first language. of course, i'll try my very best to write as cohesively as possible, but some mistakes might wildly appear! (pls forgive me in advance)

﹙♡﹚i am a very soft stan and i adore fluff (our poor boys deserve some), but i will post or repost spicy stuff, hehe. please, mdni!

﹙♡﹚i used to write lots of fanfics back in the day (not in english, though), buuut i'll mostly post drabbles, headcanons or anything —short and simple— that comes to my mind about the boys!

﹙♡﹚this is a peaceful, loving and soft space! think of this blog as drinking a warm cup of foamy hot chocolate with melted marshmallows and whipped cream. no hate and no violence, let's keep it cute!

﹙♡﹚DO NOT INTERACT ᵎᵎ

𑄹 racists

𑄹 homophobic people

𑄹 underage people! please, please, pleaaaase, if you're under 18, do not interact! i might write and repost suggestive content, even when i —mostly— prefer writing fluff. besides, i don't want to have minors around, even if my content remains sfw!

𑄹 people openly against one of the LIs (i totally get not liking all of them, but do not bring hate to a post that isn't about your main/favorite!)

𑄹 hateful or mean people

𑄹 if you're into p3d0phil1a, 1nc3st, z00phil1a or g0re. i do NOT wish to engage in any of those themes, nor do i want to interact with people who enjoy them!

𑄹 with that said, i will never include one of those themes in any of my posts.

phew! ८ ◞ ◟ ⑅ ა

﹙♡﹚it is safe to say i do not grant permission for anyone to repost/copy/translate my posts and claim as their own! funnily enough, i'm a translator myself, so i can totally translate my works to spanish (my first language) if requested!

﹙♡﹚i do not intend to be the best writer ever, i'm just a silly girl wanting to share her silly thoughts and mental scenarios about lads!

﹙♡﹚and that's it! thanks for the attention and for noticing my obnoxiously pink blog. ‎‎‧₊˚